Demoted to Guest in My Home

Summary

When we were resetting the smart lock on my condo back to its factory settings, the building manager hesitated, looking up at me.

"Ms. Foster, are you sure you want to wipe everything? This user, Isla, has administrator privileges. You’re actually registered here as a temporary guest."

I gave a small, tired smile. "Wipe it. Don't leave a single name."

The night before, my stomach had flared up so badly I was doubled over by the elevator, my hand shaking so violently I couldn’t punch in the passcode.

The lock kept flashing: Access Denied.